After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

The knocking sound was so low that if you didn't listen carefully, you would think it was the sound of the wind blowing against the window frame. But both of them were sure that it was not the wind, but only a person could knock on the door so regularly.

"No need to get up, I'll go open the door." Cui Yuanqing was already standing under the bed. Seeing Cheng Songan wake up, he whispered to her, then pulled down the curtain for her and went to the door himself.

Cheng Songan felt confused. The dream was very strange. She seemed to have returned to her previous life, but the Cui Yuanqing in the dream seemed to be him in this life. She couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake, and she just listened to the noise near the door in a daze.

Cui Yuanqing opened the door, but saw no one. There was only a small bundle on the ground at the door, and a paper bag on top of the bundle.

He carefully picked up the paper package and opened it to take a look. It turned out to be cloud cake. It seemed to have been made not long ago and was still warm - it was the person who made the cake.

Cui Yuanqing picked up the bag, closed the door, went into the house, and put the things on the table.

Cheng Songan had already opened the curtains and got off the bed. He came to the table anxiously and asked, "Where is the person?"

Cui Yuanqing pushed the box of cloud cakes in front of her and shook his head: "He didn't show up."

Cheng Songan took out a piece of cloud cake and put it in her mouth. The taste instantly brought her back to more than ten years ago. The taste had changed a little, but it was undoubtedly made by Fuyuan Bakery. She stood up and wanted to chase him, but was held down by Cui Yuanqing.

"He deliberately doesn't want to show up. If you chase him out and someone sees him, it will expose him instead." Cui Yuanqing said in a gentle voice.

Cheng Songan was still immersed in that dream that seemed real and illusory. This piece of pastry made her feel like she was back in more than ten years ago. She was confused about all of this. Fortunately, Cui Yuanqing was able to wake her up. She followed his words, nodded unconsciously, and then focused her eyes on the small bundle.

She had a hunch that the secret was there, but when it really came before her, she felt even more timid.

Cui Yuanqing saw through her thoughts and asked, "Do you want me to open it for you?"

Cheng Songan nodded.

Cui Yuanqing untied the bundle, spread out the four corners and laid them flat on the table, and the contents were completely revealed to the two of them.

Cheng Songan only took a glance and his mind went blank. Citron died for this, and she used her death to buy her the opportunity to obtain these things.

There were only a few pieces of paper and a lock of hair wrapped in red silk in the bundle. The hair was not long, soft, and a little yellow. At first glance, it looked like a child's hair, and was playfully braided into a braid.

Those pieces of paper were all ink paintings, with different shades of color and different painting skills, but you could tell at a glance that they were painted by the same person, just at different times, probably one painting at a time.

Cheng Songan picked up the stack of papers with trembling hands. One of the papers showed two girls swinging on a swing. The older one, who was in her teens and tall, was standing behind the swing and pushing it. The girl sitting on the swing, who was younger than her, was looking back at the person pushing her with a smile. Her hair hanging on both sides was braided into several small braids, and the end of the whip was tied with red silk, which made her look very playful.

This is her and Wanxin! To be exact, this is Cheng Songan, who just came back from Yizhou, and Cheng Wanxin, who is less than ten years old. They are playing on the swing in Jingqiuzhai, Wanxin sits on it, and Cheng Songan pushes her from behind. This little bit of fun makes Cheng Wanxin laugh so hard that her voice penetrates the wall.

Cheng Songan was shaking all over, and she didn't even notice that the painting in her hand had fallen to the ground.

Cui Yuanqing bent down to pick it up and took a look. He didn't understand her reaction and asked, "What's going on?"

Cheng Songan felt like there was a blockage in her throat and she couldn't speak.

Cui Yuanqing looked at it carefully for a while, then frowned and looked at her: "Does this painting look like you and Jin Ning when you were little?"

Cheng Songan stared at him blankly and shook his head.

"She is Cheng Wanxin?" Cui Yuanqing asked hesitantly, "Who painted her?"

Cheng Songan took a deep breath and finally came back to his senses. He couldn't control his sobs when he spoke: "She is not Wanxin, she is not Wanxin..."

Cui Yuanqing was even more puzzled: "The painting is neither Jin Ning nor Cheng Wanxin, so who is it?"

"I mean," Cheng Songan stared into his eyes and said word by word, "the woman we saw was not Wan Xin."

Cui Yuanqing rarely showed a look of shock, and he repeated: "What we saw was not Wan Xin?"

Cheng Songan staggered to his feet, holding the strand of hair in his hand, and his voice became sharp: "The person you have been protecting, she is not Wanxin, who is she? She disguised herself as Wanxin, she replaced my sister!"

"who is she?"

"who is she?"

The last sentence was spoken in an unusually sharp voice. Cheng Songan grabbed Cui Yuanqing's arm and questioned with red eyes. It was like a thunderclap in the quiet night, waking up the guests in the two rooms on the left and right and causing several curses.

Cui Yuanqing held her shoulders with his backhand, trying to calm the trembling Cheng Songan. He understood what she said. The Cheng Wanxin in front of them was not the real second lady of the Cheng family, and she had hidden the real Wanxin.

Then the things in this bundle should have come from the real Cheng Wanxin. Cheng Songan recognized it, but why was she so sure?

"Yundai," Cui Yuanqing called her name quietly, "Yundai, don't get excited, are you sure?"

The extreme shock made Cheng Songan unable to cry. She just felt dizzy. So that's how it was. No wonder.

No wonder Shen was so indulgent towards Cheng Wanxin, covering up all her mistakes, no wonder she was so calm and willing to die;

No wonder Cheng Wanxin was indifferent to Shen's death and did not take his father's life seriously;

No wonder Zhu Ying and Xiang Cheng were so afraid of her, and even wanted to die in front of her;

No wonder they all said, save your sister, save the second young lady.

Because this Cheng Wanxin is totally fake, she is not her sister!

"Ah!" Cheng Songan held his head and wanted to scream, trying to vent the anger in his chest, but he could only roar muffledly, with a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

She had never realized that this person was an impostor and had replaced her sister!

She even hated the wrong person all along. After her rebirth, she only blamed Wanxin for harming her, but she never thought about how her well-behaved sister could harm her and the Cheng family because of a man?

Who is this woman? How did she replace Wanxin, and where did she hide Wanxin?

Wanxin, when was she hidden? What kind of life has she led in these years?

Wanxin was waiting for her to save her, but she kept blaming her!

"Yundai! Cheng Yundai!" Before Cheng Songan fainted, he could only vaguely hear Cui Yuanqing's anxious voice.